Sci Fi
Invitation
Nov. 22, 2022 The weirdest thing happened today. This morning, I heard something buzzing, and Tasmin started barking. Just a couple normal barks first, then she started going crazy, barking and yipping and whining. I looked out to see what was getting her so wound up.
By Peri Livesey4 years ago in Fiction
Two Fortunes
It came down from the sky and stopped in front of the bay window of my living room. Totally freaked me out. A giant metallic dragonfly melded with a small black helicopter. Aliens had finally invaded. The creature drifted right, out of my field of view. I sat in my chair wondering what to do next.
By David Ferreira4 years ago in Fiction
Rinse, reset, repeat
I looked towards the darkening sky, the wolf-grey clouds heavy with rain. Their dimensions shifted with every billow and gust, faces and shapes formed and undone within a breath. The vapours grew thick and impatient in mother nature’s grasp, and my stomach turned in warning.
By Jodi Nicholls4 years ago in Fiction
Zohar
She had heard that it came about in stages. The end of the world. The world had already been intent on tearing itself apart, what with the continued use of fossil fuels and the disbelief of climate change. Poor governments and economic decisions. Wars and civil wars and injustices in bounds. That was when the pandemic came and tensions grew more taut. After that it was the natural disasters. The tsunamis and earthquakes and volcanic eruptions were vicious and unforgiving and never ending, it seemed. That was finally the beginning of the end. Then the monsters came, killing off any that they fancied in the years that followed. Very few survived. Most, if not all that were left, while being untrusting and scared, began banding together. The hope being that there was strength in numbers. But morals were no longer as black and white as they used to be. And the world as a whole, the people and the land itself, had become completely unrecognisable compared to what once was.
By Morgan Christy Rickards4 years ago in Fiction
A Gift
She walks past the kitchen ducking under the low ceiling as she enters the family room. It may better be named living room she thinks wistfully, as she is now the sole occupant of the house. Her eyes dart around the room looking for a worn leather blue journal. “There it is”, she says aloud grabbing the small journal off the coffee table.
By Napoleon Forrest4 years ago in Fiction
The Serpent in the Garden
William Cooper was startled awake by the sound of his doorbell. He had fallen asleep in the parlor of his flat to the sound of the gently crackling fire in the room’s large fireplace. He noticed that it had since been reduced to smoldering embers. He had only meant to briefly rest his eyes, but the Society had been working him to the bone as of late.
By Christine Meush4 years ago in Fiction
